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A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones read more
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer read more
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet read more
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.
A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
